Comments : 3:10 am

  • 3 years ago

    by - Mr. Darcy


    I like these nuggets of yours - pure gold!

    Lips curled, nestled
    softly around a burning

    I ponder emotions
    as smoke rings currculate
    around darkness....
    The silence is palpable here. The dead of night when thoughts are channeled to pin points. Not sure if the word 'currculate' should be 'circulates'?

    This moment becomes
    my solitude,
    before the nightmare
    This honed thought, bringing memories locked behind doors meant to keep them safely away from dreams. Alas, not here, bring on the nightmares!

    Good work, and one that drips fear in the dark when no one can hear another scream.

    Take care,


  • 3 years ago

    by BlueJay

    I feel that way too many people understand this, because they have their own version of this poem in songs and art and photographs. But it's so beautiful when portrayed those ways that the ones who aren't in these shoes don't understand just how chaotic/painful these moments can be. Anyway, you not only sifted it down to the vary core, you captured the moment so much more than perfectly.

    Beautifully penned. I especially like the title you chose.

  • 3 years ago

    by Dancing Rivers

    This is absolutely gorgeous Andrea, I can really relate to it, its been one of those weeks where all is well in the dark of night, till the smoke fades and i have to face the reality of my nightmares. Thank you for this.

  • 3 years ago

    by Larry Chamberlin

    Yes, when the world sleeps we are free to relax our guard, but not totally.

    I don't know if you meant circulate or curriculate, but the former seems to fit better. The later adds layers of questions to you poem.

    • 3 years ago

      by Maple Tree

      Thank you Larry, I meant circulate.. Spinning around the room...

  • 3 years ago

    by GB

    Deeply interesting writing, I like it when only few lines tell more than thousands of words. Very enjoyable.